I’m most afraid of the inevitable.
Mostly because you can’t change the inevitable. Much like the truth;
Yet the truth one can define and isolate. Inevitability is the destined unknown.
For some, it hurts knowing what could be at the end, for others – that it surely will come.
Our destiny is inevitable and we cannot know what it is, yet what will come, will come and what will be shall be. Its as sure as every beginning has a start and each day has its night.
The inevitability is the end of unknown.
And I ask, “What will become of me?”
And it’s inevitable.
So sure and close to the answer yet so bound to it and so far from it. Is it enough to know that inevitably we have a purpose to finish, yet to know it we cannot?